Her Dominant Dragon
It spoke of having money, yet still being a simple design.
“This one.” Izar said, as he held a book open on his crossed legs. His dark hair pushed behind his thin shoulders. He peered over at me with his luminous eyes as he took a sip of his wine.
We’d spent too much time in our dragon form, our human bodies now paid that price. His eyes were glowing pools of pale moonlight reflecting off of snow. Where mine were like a fire, ready to burn everything down. To consume it. We could never pass for fully human, and most of the time that didn’t bother me. I wanted to be able to take Boston out, if I ever got the chance. Not to have eyes watching us in fear, just envy as they desired her.